A mountain tumbles
A cookie crumbles
A drunk man stumbles

The incoherent mumbles

I don't know


A baby cries
Politicians lie

A lover sighs
Stick a needle in your eye


I don't know
All good things must come to an end
of this you can be sure

Say goodbye to one of your friends, and open up the door.
A poet rhymes
And the church-bells chimes

A socialite climbs
Have we really run out of time?
I don't know


No words make sense
Maybe I'm too dense

Can there be a defense
For sitting on the fence


I don't know
All good things must come to an end
of this you can be sure

Say goodbye to one of your friends, and open up the door.

What are the answers

Can you tell a lie from the ugly truth?
Does it ever get easier
The indiscretions of our youth!


A guitar strums
And I ain't so dumb

So where ya' come from
Kingdom come


I don't know
All good things must come to an end
of this you can be sure

Say goodbye to one of your friends, and open up the door.
All good things must come to an end
of this you can be sure

Say goodbye to one of your friends, and open up the door.